No bike post today. Maybe tomorrow.
While I’m attending bike school during the day, Goddess is attending a different school in the evenings (and most weekends). That means we’re getting to see each other for just a little bit each day, where just a few months ago we were together all day, every day.
We like each other.
We’re both quite busy, working towards our separate goals, which actually meld together quite well and will serve us well in the future.
While she was at school this weekend, Skinny and I decided we needed a breather. So we headed up into the mountains for some fresh air and hopefully find some autumn color. We found little color, but a lot of solitude. And that was a great thing. Mind you, here in town, the color has popped all over the place. It’s quite pretty.
From what we were able to find, the small pockets of deciduous trees at that elevation weren’t ready to change much. Never mind the fact that we were 5,000′ in elevation above town.
But it was interesting to see the small groves of trees on the hillsides reacting to the microclimates, with the lower elevations still in their summer green, while the trees at the top of the grove slowly changing. We’ll have to go back in a week or so and see how things have progressed.
Don’t get me wrong, the trip was far from disappointing. Skinny and I were able to walk a stretch of the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) and find a spot a mile or so from the road, looking over several valleys, without any man-made structures in sight. Not even sounds from cars or airplanes.
Here’s the view from our little parking area, looking south towards Mount Shasta, some 90 miles distant. The road is one of the local forestry roads and if you’ll notice the pathway to the lower right, that’s a very small stretch of the PCT. Only 16 miles to Interstate 5.